Kisimuil"s Galley"I"m falling!" Christine yelled. "I can"t hold on."
"You can"t fall, far," Lorna said. "We"re tied together.
"Well done, Lorna," I praised her quietly as I eased down another few feet. "Come on Christine. You"re doing well."
Christine"s right foot slipped off the piton three feet above my head. She squealed and gripped the rope while the nails on her left boot scraped sparks from the granite. Balancing with my foot on a piton and my left hand on the line, I reached up and took hold of her ankle.
"I"ll guide you," I gently placed her foot on the closest piton. "Now rest a second, and we"ll go for the next one."
Although there were four other women on that hill, I felt as if I were alone with Christine. Nobody else mattered at that minute. I talked her down that cliff f
